Here in the Steadings, the afternoon was devoted to wood.
First of all, Graham and John (the Steadings’ two “muscles”) chopped a pile of logs into fuel, which Carol, Brian, me & Pauline, plus Graham’s sister Fran and her two boys, generally ran around shifting the wood, piling it into barrows and getting it [...]
One of my little rituals is to walk up to the village every Sunday morning to buy a Sunday paper. This morning, as usual, I passed by the cottage with the trilithon in the front garden.
It’s not a full-size trilithon, obviously; all of two feet high, it’s made from two six-inch wide slabs of granite [...]
Wood We….